Aunty and I were in the kitchen, talking and working. There was nothing actually left between us to talk because we had finished talking on each and e...erything. So just we were working and trying to talk. I thought its now or never. I slowly walked towards her, stood behind her, conversated for some seconds and then I wrapped my arms around her soft fleshy belly and hugged her tight. My hard cock was completely mashed against her sari covered ass. I started slowly massaging her belly for. After a bath, she made her way downstairs for breakfast. She found Ann in the kitchen, having a cup of coffee. Ann smiled at her and offered her a cup. Cassie took it gratefully and sat down opposite her at the kitchen table. ‘So,’ Ann said, ‘You and Chris have a paper marriage huh?’ Cassie looked up. ‘Did Chris tell you?’ ‘No. Uncle Rowan did.’ Cassie nodded and took a sip from her cup. ‘Are you angry?’ ‘No, I’m pleased, especially because Chris found you. I think it’s great that you agreed to. But her reluctance barely troubles her because she knows Varis is powerful. She despises him yet hands him this sexual bounty because it will advance her ambition. Her slave girls are pawns, sexual baubles to be used when the occasion demands.Varis wonders which girl will he take and as they stand together holding hands, with Lucretia looking on, he commands them to strip. Demurely they remove their dresses and stand naked before him. He approaches the fearful girls, but even they don't realise. He explained what Sylvia was to do while he was spanking the girl, and Sylvia grinned and said she was looking forward to it.When Brenda arrived at the totally anonymous salon, nervously ringing the door bell of this very ordinary looking house in what seemed to be just a residential area in the center of the city, she was shivering. She was carrying the awful high heel shoes in a bag. The skirt's length had been chosen assuming she had the tall shoes on, and without them on, she had to hold.